Stanley Zachmann couldn’t even be bothered to respond to Hendrik Zachmann with a sound, and after feeling awkward, he turned and walked away.
The black Range Rover parked by the roadside reversed after only two minutes and drove away, leaving behind a trail of car exhaust...
Only when Stanley Zachmann and the others had walked away did he rub his temples, feeling a pounding headache, and took out his phone. His face showed unease and guilt: "Nathalie, don’t worry, I’ll call soone to pick us up."
The research institute where he worked provided him with a dedicated car service just for him, but he had never used it and didn’t like special treatnt.
But this ti he was determined without hesitation to make use of this privilege, unwilling to let Nathalie Quinlan suffer any grievance.
"There’s no need." Nathalie Quinlan stopped him, preventing him from making the call. Calmly, she said to him, "I sent my location to Alfred Garland. He’s already on his way to pick us up, and they’ll be here in a few minutes. Once they arrive, we’ll go have a al, and after the al, I’ll have him take you back."
Stanley Zachmann didn’t imdiately realize who she ant by Alfred Garland. But in a mont, he rembered who Alfred Garland was.
Alfred Garland was the right-hand man of Mr. Yancey in Beijing!
Stanley Zachmann still didn’t know that Nathalie Quinlan was living with Amadeus Yancey. No one at ho had told him, only ntioning that she was living at Rhine Apartnts.
How could Nathalie seem so familiar with Mr. Yancey?
Stanley Zachmann couldn’t figure it out, but he instinctively trusted her, so he had no intention of asking, only harboring a small doubt in his heart.
*
Nathalie Quinlan was unaware of his doubts.
The girl had a beautiful and delicate face, the duckbill cap pulled quite low. Her phone kept ringing, with new ssages coming in frequently.
Nathalie Quinlan sent a reply to Valencia Jett, telling her she was fine.
Then she saw the Line ssage from Stephanie Tanzil.
She had given Stephanie Tanzil her phone number, but Stephanie rarely texted her, preferring to reach her on Line.
Nathalie’s cold, pale fingertips opened the ssage.
Soon she saw Stephanie Tanzil’s slightly excited tone in the few ssages she sent over.
[Stephanie Tanzil: I’ve discussed it with the director’s team, and they said you could learn on the spot. You just need to pick up a few basic moves; it’s very simple. I’ll find a professional teacher to teach you. Big boss, do you have ti?]
[Stephanie Tanzil: Don’t worry, I know you’re busy with the competition lately. It won’t take long at all. This music video can be shot in a day. If you don’t take part, the role of the female lead might go to soone else. Compared to Caryn Zachmann, I think your image fits better with the song "Burn"! It’d be great if you could appear in it.]
[Stephanie Tanzil: Big boss, did you see the ssage? Please reply when you see this so I can make arrangents here.]
Nathalie Quinlan initially just casually skimd through the ssages, but when she saw a na ntioned in Stephanie’s ssage, her eyes dimd a little.
Her fingertip brushed over the na above.
Caryn Zachmann.
Heh, Caryn Zachmann wants to be in the "Burn" MV?
Nathalie Quinlan raised an eyebrow, showing a surprised expression.
She guessed that Caryn Zachmann probably didn’t know who the composer of the the song was. Otherwise, with Caryn’s arrogant personality, she wouldn’t be eager to seize this opportunity.
However...
Her eyes turned cold, her gaze carried an impatient and audacious rebelliousness.
She opened the editor and sent a reply ssage to Stephanie Tanzil.
[QN: I’ll take on that MV.]
After sending the ssage, she didn’t check how Stephanie responded but calmly put her phone back into her pocket and began chatting with Stanley Zachmann.
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